Every time I read something you write I am reminded how much more of a douchebag you are. I believe 'douchebox', courtesy of Shelly, is an even better word to describe you. You're so much douche, you can not be confined to just a bag.
Very early this morning my phone starts going off and the song that is blaring is "Push" by Matchbox Twenty. There is only one person in my phone who has ever had or will ever have that ring-tone. I answered but there was no one there, even though I said hello a million times. Then this morning when I woke up my phone was in my hand. Odd and startlingly. I do not like when things like this happen. The dreams that feel too real are the worst.
I miss my family already. Nicholas was so funny this week. And Clara is a doll. I want to hold her forever. Okay, not forever, but for a while longer at least. I was talking to Grandpa about moving back to Minnesota, there are a couple positions opening up. Who knows. I don't know what the fuck I want to do with my life right now, so I will just coast along, tread water until something happens, one way or another.
I like direct deposit tax refunds. I got my federal ones back already but damnit, I still have to do state. That one I have to send in since I couldn't do it on the website for free like I could my federal ones.
Lesson plans are almost all done for my 6 weeks, plus 2 extra weeks for Sarah when she comes back so she is not so overwhelmed.
I work in DPS tomorrow and Friday. Joy. But Tom works during the day so he can keep me company away from the crazy day people. Then the night crew comes in at 5 and that helps a lot too.
Bed time, I am zonked. Night kids.
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